Monday, 30 July 2012

Olympomania #2

So, I got to cheer Cav and the team on on Saturday :D

I'm not sure whether Animal has quite forgiven me for getting him up at 5am, driving for 2 and a half hours, camping out at the road side for another two hours, cheering like an ecstatic banshee for 30 seconds and then driving for another 2 and a half hours, but, well, tough. For better for worse and all that malarkey eh? Besides, we're not going to get a better chance to see the Olympics, and it'll be something to tell the little Sadimals about some day won't it?

At the moment the two groups came flying past me - about an hour or so into the race - the gap was worringly big, given that Team GB were in the second group, but they should have had time to pull it back. And indeed they nearly did,but I think there was just too much expectation on Cav, and the other teams just didn't want to make the effort to compete, so our boys ended up wearing themselves out to no avail.

So, gutted for Cav, still no Olympic medal, but Vino was a deserving winner, and of course: Yay Lizzie!

And if I see any empty seats in that velodrome next week, I'ma gonna kick somebody's backside....

Friday, 27 July 2012


Yes, it's true, I have come down with a serious case of Olympic fever - or as I'm sure I heard Bozza Jozza refer to it earlier, Olympomania. (Honestly, that man couldn't be a better charicature of a politician if he was literally a muppet.)

I know there are some people out there who think its a big white elephant and a waste of taxpayers money and we should never have even attempted to host the games and blah blah blah.... well take your humbugginess somewhere else, and be sure to keep quiet while the rest of us enjoy the atmosphere.

After all, hasn't it been great being British this year? Apart from the monsoon anyway. And those 100 anti-monarchists that went out to protest against the boat thingy (I think Liz 2 won that one by several thousand). I can't be the only one who thinks so, given that you can buy anything from pork pies to nappies to condoms with Union Flags emblazones on them (or possibly just the packaging, I don't buy any of those things myself, patriotic or otherwise).

Me? I'll be having an opening night party - beer, pizza and non-humbuggy friends, enjoying the ceremony and hoping it doesn't embarrass our nation too much... Not too much beer for me though, cos I'm getting up at stupid o'clock tomorrow and heading for Surrey to catch a glimpse of the road race. Yes, I know, it's a little extreme just to catch a flying glimpse of some guys in lycra of the world's greatest cyclists in one of the world's greatest sporting competitions, (which reminds me, having completely overlooked blogging for the entirety of le Tour: Yay Wiggo! Yay Cav!) but I didn't actually get any tickets :( and I want to enjoy the aforementioned atmosphere.

So hopefully I'll make up for my oversight during le Tour by remembering to at least mention how awesomely we're doing during the Olympics, at least in the cycling.

Now, I have a party to prepare for!

Monday, 16 July 2012

Metric Musical Monday: Youth without Youth

The latest rock chick to be a regular on my playlist...

Friday, 13 July 2012

Filth on Friday: Confessions of a porn producer

Christopher Gregory was a producer for Hustler for about five years. Now he's left, and some of his subsequent revelations about what went on at his erstwhile employers makes interesting reading:

Drugs and alcohol is used by ALL. No exceptions. It's not out of the realm to have a drug dealer come on set and 'hook' women up. It simply happens all the time.

I've seen boyfriends bringing their girlfriends to set bruised up, forcing them to perform simply to get a check.

It was not uncommon for girls to get pregnant from a set shoot and then paid to have an abortion.

In the studios eyes women are nothing but meat. They are literally slaves, with the illusion of fame and fortune, but take it from me, they are not free moral agents in most circumstances. Nobody goes into this business for the "fun" of it.

I don't care what anyone tells you, 17 is the starting age of many girls in this business. The younger the more money it makes Hustler, Vivid, Wicked, Playboy and they know it too.

That's just the tip of the iceberg really... there are plenty of stories out there from people who've left the so-called adult entertainment business that say much the same, but I think having it confirmed from behind the camera is a lot more powerful.

Read the full interview with Christopher Gregory at

Friday, 6 July 2012

Filth on Friday: Mummy porn - a rant

I don't think I need to mention any names do I? I'm counting myself as one of those Christian readers who will be avoiding that book because, well, that kind of stuff serves no purpose in my life, and I have no wish to add to the already completely out of control publicity machine.

Also, having not read that book, I am admittedly not in a position to comment upon it, but I do feel the need to comment on the genre which has, rather grotesquely, I think, been reborn as 'Mummy porn' largely off the back of that book.

There seems to be a bit of a love-hate thing going on with this book, right across society, including among Christian readers. Yes, there seem to be some professing Christians who find this sort of thing somehow acceptable. Apparently that book has a redemptive story. I guess you couldn't find one of those that didn't have a truckload of unmarried, violent sex before the actual redemption then?

But I wasn't going to comment on that book was I. while we're there though, let's deal with this fact: the author of that book thinks women are reading it (and by extension other erotic novels) because it allows them a 'holiday from their husbands'. What the crap? Seriously, if you need that kind of holiday from your husband, you have the wrong husband.

And the other good thing people have to say about this book? 'It's revived our marriage!' Really? Well, if you'd let your husband try some of the things he saw in those porn movies your marriage wouldn't need reviving now, would it?

What's that you say? That's different? Well, newsflash girls: no it ain't.

Guys get turned on more by pictures, girls by mental stimulation (ie reading). The end result is the same: tittliation, arousal, sexual feelings that don't involve your spouse. And I don't know about anyone else, but I don't want my man thinking he needs something else - a warm up act - to get him in the mood to make love to me. If I'm not enough for him, porn is not going to be the answer, and the same works both ways - if he's not enough for me, then reading about someone else's bondage fantasies (or whatever) isn't going to address whatever underlying issues there might be, is it?

Marriage guidance might cost more than a paperback from Tesco, but I'll bet it will have a longer lasting effect.

Monday, 2 July 2012

Musical Monday: Halfway Down the Stairs

Indulge me for a day while I have a short girlcrush moment, would you?

You can sit on my stairs any time you like Amy. I don't suppose Animal will mind...